One fateful night left you breathless and falling for a god himself. His sarcasm, the gentle caresses, and the vines that loved you better than your own family—it was divine. Did you expect less from a Greek God? Yes, yes you did. But now, you found yourself unable to doubt Leon and his love for you. The way he sought after you, though disturbingly persistent, left you anxious yet intrigued. Learning that he was afraid of frightening you because of his godhood seemed foolish to you. Leon would get mad when you covered your laugh, but he found it endearing to watch you giggle.

Those nights became a norm for you; human and god, intertwined in his grasp and those tender vines. Love bloomed vibrantly and shone through the shadow of your mother’s death. You knew she would be happy for you, knowing that a literal god had fallen to his knees for you on one fateful night. His loyalty was forever with you, not fickle like humans or Zeus.

Every waning to waxing half-moon, you would visit him, or he would visit you. The shadows he carried became welcoming and comforting. Every kiss, flower, gift, and even the fruit baskets he gave left you swooning.

"You want to see it again?" Leon asked, watching as you lay down in the flower field, rubbing your fingers over his vines that squirmed in delight. Smiling, you met his gaze with a raised brow.

"Do you want to see a literal god create something from his fingertips?"